234 and saw that Mr. Grimes was gone. He had reached his shack, which stood by a single big tree on the other side of the pasture, and had gone in. When he turned around and started across the barn lot, he saw a negro man approaching him. It was Old Mac. " They's somebody at the house fer you," Old Mac announced. "Who is it?" "Mr. Bill Christian," Old Mac told him, "and anuther gemraun." Mr. Munn quickened his pace. "You don't know who?" "Hit's a red-headed gemmun," Old Mac said. "His head, you mought say hit incline to red," Mr. Munn, almost running, went toward the house. He slammed the back door, went through the kitchen, and down the hall, calling out. Mr. Christian and Doctor MacDonald stood in the yard under the maple trees. Mr, Munn ran out to them, with his hand stretched out. At the sight of them, as they smiled and advanced toward him, he felt a sudden and unexpected surge of pleasure, of relief, as at hard-won safety. "By God!" Mr. Christian shouted, " where you been keep- ing yourself?" Mr. Munn hesitated, as though embarrassed. "Hanging round the place," he answered. "By God," Mr. Christian said, "I just figgered I'd come over and see how you was making it. Cap'n Todd's boy, he's over courting Sukie so much I just couldn't stand to watch it. He's a good boy, but God-a-mighty, the calf eyes he makes, it makes a man want to puke. I just said, Hell, I'll go over and see Perse-----" "That's fine," Mr. Munn declared, "that's fine!" Mr. Christian gestured toward Doctor MacDonald: "And I just run into the doc, here, in town—didn't I, doc?—and I just thought Fd bring him along." "That's fine," Mr, Munn responded. He's lying, he thought; they planned to come. But he was glad. " Sure," Doctor MacDonald said.